The Special District Pt 02

The doors are labeled plainly enough. How any of them could lead you out of this maze, you don't even consider it. I've told you the price, and you've paid it and if the door marked "3" doesn't bring you to safety, it doesn't matter much what you do, you think to yourself. You drift towards it, your throat still raw, and turn the knob, stepping through.

I wait patiently for your arrival. I've got all the time in the world. The passageway you're in will be well lit. But it still takes you a few minutes to get here, especially since you're not walking steadily yet.

Ah, a tunnel, that's how it will lead me out, how come no one on the outside noticed this tunnel you question.

You stagger towards it as quickly as you can, your handle trailing along the wall.

I sit in the only dark corner of the room. The rest of the room is mostly bare except for the large unremarkable wooden desk in the middle of it with a few books and two candles on either end that's way too bright to be normal candles.

I had those enchanted some time ago, they 'burn' brighter and hotter. Though it produces wax the candles do not burn down.

You step into the room, eyes adjusting yet again. You don't immediately see another door, so you step in further.

I watch unmoving from the shadows watching you try to figure out the room. I wonder if you'll figure it out for yourself. Maybe you're just as dumb as you look. But that doesn't really matter for my needs. Your body is all I care for.

As you approach the desk, your heart beats faster and louder. My heightened senses granted to me hundreds of years ago when I became a vampire. Your brain still hasn't come back to reality as you try to make out the words on the books.

"Silly girl" those books are way too advanced for you, "I am glad you choose to come back to me though." I remain seated as I speak.

"I knew you couldn't resist your basic slut desires."

You spin around, but still unable to see me, but you keep the desk between yourself and the source of my voice. You glance towards the door you'd just come through, but running seems pointless. I move as though by magic. "Choose...?" you rasp, your throat still sore. "You said--the price--"

"Yes that's right." I cut you off, "and you paid up though reluctantly and I gave you the answer."

I continue as matter of factly, "I also said you can come back if you want to stay. Clearly you've embraced your inner slut cause you're standing in my room instead of in the free world."

Your mine is blown, had you taken the wrong door? Just three doors and all of them had been clearly labeled or so you thought. You try to search your mind for what you'd seen in that previous room. You remember I told you to go through door number 3...don't remember me saying you could choose to come back at all. You'd taken the door you were told to, hadn't you? That tunnel, was it not straight? You blink, your mind foggy. You look again absent mindedly at the books on the desk.

I take in your confused and scared face.

"Either you're not able to read numbers or you want to be my personal plaything." I say mockingly.

"You're better off here with me. But if you really really desire to leave I'll give you one more chance."

You're sure you chose the third door. The one that said 3. You try to focus your eyes into the shadows hiding me, to see me again.

"What chance?" you ask, your voice but a whisper.

"Another chance to get out of here for good, fair and square." I say as I step into the light. I have swapped my cane out for a wine glass with some red liquid in it.

I take a swig of it, and hand it towards you, "Here my dear, you must be thirsty from your last payment. This will help sooth your throat a bit" I set it down on the corner of the table closest to me, with a sincere smile on my face.

Your throat burns for something, anything to soothe it. But you don't want to step closer to me if you can avoid it.

"But at what price?" you ask.

You have other questions you're afraid to ask. I said you wanted to be my plaything, but you don't even know what that means.

"A small price." I push the drink closer to you.

"Here, have a drink first." I put on my normal charming voice.

The drink is a strong one for the biggest of men, but barely registers for me. "Have a drink and lay on the table love."

Tears are already in your eyes once again. You see a tear drop silently onto the desk as you look at the glass. You know you don't have a choice and slowly reach for the glass of wine, raise it.

"Lie on the table, and you'll set me free?" you ask, refusing to look at me.

"Yes. I always keep my word." I say as sincerely as I can. The evil glint returned to my eyes.

You blink more tears from your eyes and take a long drink of the wine. It's very strong, but it calms you. Keeping an eye on me, you move to the edge of the desk and sit, then like on your back. Immediately you begin to tremble, just a little.

"Now, please..." you whispered.

Seemingly out of nowhere straps appear and it's locked on your ankles in an instant. I grab one of your wrists and start putting that in a heavy leather cuff too. It's pretty loose though allowing you plenty of free movement... For now.

You rear up in horror, thrashing about trying to push me away with your one free hand. "Monster, liar," you gasp. "Get away from me, let me go."

"Ah tatatata." I cut you off. I'm in your face, "I ALWAYS keep my word, don't you EVER call me a liar again."

I easily pin your other arm above your head and toss the chains aside, this is much more exhilarating.

"It was you that failed to negotiate when you were to be set free."

I rip your shirt and corset wide open and expose your perky pale tits and unblemished skin all the way down to the waistband of your skirt. Forcing your legs apart I reach up under your skirt.

"No, no, you can't," you insist, your chest heaving. You squirm wildly beneath me, trying to draw your hips away from my hand. I'm so close to you my scent washes over you again like a wave, not just the heavy musk of my cock, as before, a more spiced, almost perfumed scent.

It overwhelms your senses more than the wine, and you're dizzy again, confused, but still you struggle to keep me from touching your most forbidden parts.

"I, what?" I pause genuinely, surprised. "I can't?" The darkness seeped back in my voice as I rear up and let out a terrifying laugh never letting go of your pinned wrists.

"You dumb whore, I own this place, there is NOTHING I can't do."

Despite your intense struggling you're not even able to budge, never having witnessed strength such as mine.

"What are you?" you cry out, despairing.

"You'll find out soon enough."

I rip your panties from your body with ease to emphasize my words. I jam two fingers of my free hand into your mouth and get it wet with our saliva.

This startles you, shocks you, even and you freeze. It reminds you of how recently I violated your mouth and throat, but it feels strangely more intimate.

I can hear my heart beating, your desperate breathing, and you can see my dark red wicked eyes boring into yours. You quiver beneath me.

A softer almost tender moment is shared but ultimately fleeting. Seeing your eyes soften makes my heart lust for you even more. My hands are between your legs again, easily pushing away your resistance and I force two fingers deep into your virgin hole right down to the last knuckle. Even with just two fingers in I can feel your tightness. I curl my fingers up and push on your clitoral gland from the inside.

You scream an incoherent sound that sounds like "no." Not of pain but of shame and despair, even as your hips rise. You don't even understand what's happening to you. I know your body far better than you do.

"Why?" you weep. "What have I done?"

I lick and nip at your neck and your ear as I continue to massage your pleasure gland from inside your pussy. My thumb finds the little untouched pack of nerves on the outside and starts making circles on it. I can feel your cunt lubricate itself more and more.

"See my pet, even as you protest and resist your body is screaming at how much it's enjoying itself. Your body wants this despite what that pretty little mouth is saying."

You feel my surprisingly sharp teeth against the tender flesh of your neck but I don't go in for the bite.

You gasp first when you feel my thumb touch something on your outside. You stare straight up, open-mouthed, thinking "what are you doing to me?"

Warmth and wetness builds between your legs, quick and intense and unfamiliar. You feel your rose-colored nipples grow hard and small. My fingers inside you seem to have more room. You try to speak again, to tell me to stop, no, to beg me to stop, to ask what witchcraft I'm performing, but to your horror what comes out of your mouth sounds like a little moan of pleasure.

You gasp again, differently, when you feel my teeth against your neck.

"Not human teeth?", your mind is awash in confused emotions.

When you'd asked what I am, you hadn't meant it to be actually true...

"Oh God...", and with that your mind shuts off, any semblance of coherent thought long gone.

I follow the contours of your neck over your collarbone and down and up the mound of your young breasts. My tongue circles your hard nipples and I give it a rough nibble. Again not enough to break skin but definitely hard enough you will feel my sharp teeth.

The circular motions on your clit never ceasing or the constant massage of the inside of your pussy. My fingers are long enough to feel your cervix and I push at it a bit. Not too hard but just so you know I can still cause you significant pain if I so desired. I hear your labored breathing getting faster and shallower and it's like an aphrodisiac and I bite harder, press down firmer and circling faster.

You watch wild-eyed as I suckle on your tits. Your jaw is clamped shut now, nostrils flaring with breath, but when my fiend-like teeth seize your nipple you cry out in fear and confusion. I haven't pierced you, though, and in the cry's wake come other sounds, other cries, moans and sobs of bewildered pleasure.

"Please," you beg. You don't know which way you mean though.

But you can tell something is about to happen, in your body, between your legs and it frightens you. Whatever it is you fear it will prove me right somehow. That it will mean you can never leave this place.

"Please?" I tease, as I let the word trail off.

"Please what?" I keep fingering that virgin pussy, as I monitor your breathing and heartbeat.

I feel the pulsing and contractions of your pussy, and the gyration of your hips whether you realize you're doing that or not. My movement's slow as I take you right to the edge of pleasure without letting you fall over. I keep you there masterfully, floating, balancing on the threshold between pure bliss for the first time and emptiness.

"Please...Sir..." you gasp, sure you're slipping into some kind of madness. "have mercy."

I've cast some kind of spell on you, you're sure, because beneath me, you feel your lap welcoming my hand, opening up to it. When I slow or still my fingers, the part between your legs aches for me to invade again, and you don't know why. All you want is for me to release you, from this unnatural want.

I hold you at the edge of the precipice, I push your body over the precipice so you can see the valley below but even this close I refuse to let you go and fall into that abyss of bliss. After a few minutes more, I slowly slide my fingers out of you and from between your legs.

My entire hand shined with your wetness. I move my body between your legs, never letting go of your wrists. I have pinned above your head and I never even bothered to tighten the chains around your ankles. I trace my hand, slick with your secretion, up your naval, over your tits stopping a moment to give your nipple a pinch and then my fingers are at your lips. But I don't go in, I'm waiting for you to part your lips willingly and invite in my fingers covered in your juices.

You stare a moment, uncomprehending. Your chest heaves with relief, you think, that I've ceased my violation. Or is it agony you're feeling? But why? Why is your sex pulsing with hunger now that I've left it? Without thinking, and still without real comprehension you part your lips, to your surprise, but it just felt like the right thing to do, and I laugh internally at your submission.

Through the ordeal you never notice my large hard cock out and ready again, as I settle in between your legs it's pressed against your wet tight hole. As I slide my fingers into your mouth and the taste of yourself hits your tongue you feel the full length of my cock parting you like the giant unyielding steam ship parts the seas. Its size is nothing compared to the two fingers that were inside of you just a few seconds ago.

I don't stop until I am fully in you, not a care in the world if your pussy is deep enough or if it has stretched out enough to accommodate my size. Your pleasure is none of my concern, in fact the more painful screams the more it drives me on. You cannot do anything to stop the invasion of your little slit, it's a good thing I was nice enough to make you wet first.

You scream with my fingers in your mouth. First, from fear and shock as you try to wriggle and fight, to stop me. Next, from pain, and despair, as you feel the size of me split you open.

The impossibility of it, something so thick and long where a moment ago you tightly clasped my two fingers. Yet I do the impossible again, I'm inside you, and you feel yourself being ripped apart.

Finally you howl in shame. You are broken now, useless, your honor rent. I made you enjoy my touch, and now you truly are a whore, fallen forever. You pause your screaming to look up at me with defeat in your eyes, and so many questions.

Knowing that I have you, I let go of both wrists, not that I run the risk of you running away in any case, but to punctuate the finality of your situation. I let go of your wrists but not of you. Your perky breasts at the mercy of my powerful hands and sharp nails. My other hand falls to your throat, easily depriving you of life-giving O2. I slowly begin to pump in and out of your tight little hole with trails of blood slowly leaking from it.

You barely get out one choked sound of objection, and then you have no more air with which to object. Your eyes go wide with a new kind of fear, as you realize for the first time you may not survive your deflowering. Your hands fly to my wrist clawing at it, you know you haven't the strength to pull me away, but your eyes plead for me to loosen my grip. Somehow as I cut off your breath, you feel everything else I do more keenly. The mauling of your breasts, but most of all my wicked thrusting.

The pain is less now that I've torn something in you, and whatever I did to you with my hand has left you slick somehow. But to be so full, too full and my strokes are so long my cock feels infinite, you cannot tell anymore when it's entering or leaving. Your mouth hangs open, still tasting yourself, as you feel consciousness start to leave me.

I would never deprive you the full experience of your first and undoubtedly not last rape. I let up on your throat and allow you to come back. I stroke in and out of you faster, harder, deeper. With each revolution I slam into your cervix and give no quarter.

You cry out weakly each time I thrust, striking something deep inside you. Tears stream down your face onto the table below. You put your hands on my chest and try to make room between us.

I let your tits go and scoop you up with both arms and hug you to my chest. Picking you up and literally dropping your full body weight on my cock.

You scream again as I go somehow deeper.

"No more!" you beg. "Oh God, God please, help me!"

"Silly girl, your god is only there to punish sinners like you."

My voice full of power and control bouncing off the empty walls amplified within the room.

"Beg me!" I screamed. "Beg me to cum in your little whore pussy! Do it loud!"

You sob. You don't understand what I'm saying, not really. But you're sure now that I'm the Devil, and that you're in Hell.

"Puh, please Sir, stop, please," you beg.

There is no relief, reprieve or respite from the ceaseless pounding your small pussy is receiving.

Oh how your sweet innocent cries for help drives me on! I listen to your cries as I continue to pump into you, between your own breaths of short moans and whimpers. And despite the pain you must be feeling, your pussy starts to contract around my cock. Me, genuinely surprised your virgin cunt could get any tighter.

You're helplessly caged in my arms, unable to move.

"Why?" I ask quietly as you pound at me. "Please, why?"

You are limp in my arms like a rag-doll, and your cries are now no more than a soft whimper. There is nothing you can do but to endure, your voice hoarse from all the screaming still sore from the intense throat fucking no 30 minutes ago.

How very disappointing. Your skin, shiny from sweat, hair plastered against your neck and little trail of blood seeps from your violated hole. My disappointment leads me to slow down my thrusts. What is to me a disappointment comes to you as a sudden bout of much needed relief. I'm still thrusting just as deep but somehow gentler and more sensual, almost you would dare to say, loving.

You catch your breath as I move within you. You feel my member's mighty head now rubbing against the back wall of your sex, as my fingers had. Your panting gains voice in time with my slow thrusts, small...moans, perhaps. You loll your head to rest against me, almost gratefully, your breasts arching further into my chest each time I move my hips.

Despite the pain you feel that warmth grow again where I rape you, I'm using my witchcraft and your body opens to me.

You are too tired now to fight me or pray, you try only to sink into it, to hurt less, to end this. You try to remember what I'd said, what I'd wanted you to beg me for, but all you can remember is the word whore.

"Whore," you mutter. "I'm a whore."

Hearing your sweet, soft, innocent voice moan out that you're a whore makes my dick throb even harder. I time my thrusts to your gasps of air, massaging your sex organ from the inside, my rock hard cock, rhythmically in and out.

"Say it again slut. Who's whore are you?" I lick your neck and my hand moves around behind you and starts slowly pulling the sweat ladened hair to bare the soft flesh of your neck.

My tongue on your neck, my hand in your hair...suddenly I'm gentle. The way you'd always thought a husband would be to you. The thought makes that warmth, that ache, swell suddenly. My manhood fills you now like we were made to fit together.

It feels right, all of a sudden, that I would take you as I please. I am so strong, and you know nothing of the world.

You almost forget your ankles are chained as you squeeze your legs around me.

"Yours," you moan, leaning your head back again to enjoy my mouth on your neck.

"Yours Sir, I'm your whore."

I never stop my steady pumping but I slow down making full strokes.

Pulling out all the way, my large head making a popping sound, and you are completely empty, your little hole relaxing for the first time in what seems like hours, then the sharp pain of it stretches to its max as I reenter you. I continue, easily manipulating your petite body with my strong arms.

I feel your young and still strong heart beating in your chest opposite my cold dead one long since forgotten how to pump blood around the body. I hear your soft moans, a mixture of confused pain and yet pleasure, as your hot breath against my chest grows more erratic and desperate. I keep pumping away, feeling myself getting ready to explode inside your tight little pussy.